Mock Fight: Esdeath vs Ballad

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The way the soldier had spoken to Esdeath... she wasn't sure if she even despised Night Raid in excess of it. How would he have the faintest about the reasons she fights? The General didn't require to fight for any reason but her own gain, either. But did she really believe in her motives? Did she give a single shit about what it was she killed, maimed and tortured for?

A malevolent sneer crossed Esdeath's lips. She pushed herself up, slow and steady like a sloth, but her posture matching that of a crazed zombie. Of course Esdeath believed in her reasons; weaklings perish and despair, while the strong thrive and flourish in glory. If the Ice Queen couldn't prove to herself that she was the latter, what was her point in trying?

"You're an imbecile." Esdeath insulted with a growl. "Who are you to question my desires... and my ambitions?" She asked, shambling towards the man in green, piercing, cold sapphire eyes peering into his soul. "If you fight only for yourself... you're going to find it very hard to survive when you need others most. I too, fight for myself... but I fight to show that I'm the strongest." Esdeath's voice plummeted to a low rumble. "And if I require help to do so, so be it... but in this situation, I will thrive; I am the stronger of us. You will perish on this island." She threatened, prior to lashing out with a deadly snap kick aimed at the soldier's face.

However, the golden-hued male simply raised his left arm as a wall, catching Esdeath's shin. He gave a savage push to her leg, causing her to spin, but little did he foresee the hook kick that crashed into the side of his face, splintering his right jaw as he staggered, roaring in pain. Recovering quicker than the Ice Queen had anticipated, the berzerker lunged with an outstretched fist; a technique Esdeath calmly palmed off, suffering a heaving blow to the hip instead.

Backing off, Esdeath watched as the disarmed gunman wheeled widely around and rushed in for another brutal assault, which she merely halted with an abrupt cut kick off of her front foot, the sharp heel of her shoe piercing the soldier's clothing, yet only grazing flesh. The outraged male roughly grasped the thin leg impaled in his warm wear and twisted it sharply, snarling. A terrifying snap echoed around the island, sending various flocks of birds into flight, squawking like mad animals.

The ear-grating crack was followed by a blood-curdling scream supplied by Esdeath as she backed off, favouring her grievously broken limb. She made a foolish attempt at limping on the dead leg, but the subsequent squeal was evidence enough that her leg was broken beyond natural repair... but she wasn't giving up.

Maybe she was disarmed and gravely handicapped... but she wasn't powerless, while her opponent was left with nothing but a measly pistol, a pickaxe and his bare fists. Waving her hands in a wide circle, shards of sky blue rapidly loaded the ring drawn before her, until soon the area was packed with icicles. The sound of ice ripping through the rippling, heated air filled the atmosphere cloaking the two as frozen spears were sent soldier-ward, the target catching more than a desirable amount in his arms; blood waterfalled from his wounds and he soon dropped to a knee...

But he was still moving. He was making the effort to finish Esdeath, no matter the cost, even if it meant an arm and a leg. A static-like sound played between fired spears, and the wall of icicles was shattered as the verdant hulk barged through, a black pickaxe held menacingly above his head. Esdeath raised her left arm to deflect the incoming crushing blow, but a precisely calculated strike ended with the sharp tip of the ebony tool spearing Esdeath's forearm, splattering crimson on the snowy sand.

Esdeath desperately ripped her arm from the weapon. Not allowing the soldier a moment to recover, the General swung a clumsy right hook at him, but thanks to his own disorientation, landing a smashing blow to his left jaw was no harder than the right. Esdeath's left fist narrowly followed the other, landing a sharp punch into the center of the gunman's half-concealed face, conceivably shattering the bridge of his nose. Esdeath was forced to back off as pain tore up her arm from the idiotic punch.

Rather than backing off from her opponent - who was clutching a bleeding nose, however, Esdeath strode up to the gunman and kicked him to the beach. She stood, looming over him, and asked with acid on her tongue, "What's the name of the man perishing this day?"

The downed soldier meekly, but sarcastically grinned; "Executioner Ballad."

800 Words exactly, and the fight is finished! Will find a judge soon, and may the best man win!